But now it's long Vacation you will say
The towne is empty, and who ever may
To th' pleasure of his Country home repaire,
Flyes from th' infection of our London aire.
In this your errour. Now's the time alone
To live here; when the City Dame is gone,
T' her house at Brandford; for beyond that she
Imagines there's no land, but Barbary,
Where lies her husbands Factor. When from hence
Rid is the Country Justice whose non-sence